AN: Sorry about chapter 1's lengths. I will try to release longer chapters.

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Chapter 2: Mana core

The first weeks of my life were pretty uneventful. The first time I was fed was pretty interesting, but it quickly lost it's glamor, as there was no way I could feel any sexual desire for my mother, and there was the fact that I was still a baby.

At the beginning of my third week alive, my father was leaving for work. It seems he works as a guard for the lord of the city I was born in. Well I say city but it's more like a big village. My mother doesn't work, at least I haven't seen her go to work in my very short life.

Grandma on the other hand, was an adventurer. She was telling me all sorts of stories about her and grandpa, who is dead for some years. She was a light mage when she was younger, which seems like a pretty rare thing so she has a bit of money saved up.

After a few months I had enough information about my family and surroundings to get a good understanding of my situation.

All in all, my family consists of grandma, my father's mother, my father and my mother. It doesn't look like I have any older siblings, witch is kinda sad...I always wanted a big sister or brother. It would have been weird tho, me being so old and all. We were commoners in the eyes of the public. With my grandma's money we could have lived a bit more comfortable, but my father seems like he refused her help, saying that he will only accept her money in case he does not have another option, or when she dies. It seems pretty foolish to me, but I guess that makes my father a man of principle.

Another thing to mention, that happened in those few months was the fact that I started my training.

Well, when I say training, I mean I stated feeling the mana around me, and in my body. And yeah, it seems like the people here call the energy which power their magic, mana. Well that it's pretty common in most of the worlds with magic so it not that surprising.

Anyway, after I started feeling the mana inside me, I was surprised. There was no trace of mana. This made me panic for a bit, thinking I had no way of using magic in this world. I calmed down pretty soon when I felt the mana in the air. After figuring that I can use the mana around me, I got an idea. It wasn't the best idea, but it was interesting...and that's why I was here anyway, to escape the boredom of eternity.

The idea I got was to create my own mana core. It wasn't that hard, a bit of programming, some knowledge of how the body of a magical being works and you could do it. The real challenge was to know how the core in this world worked. I didn't want to become a mutant. That was solved by my grandma, or more accurate by her mana core. It took some time but I managed send some mana from the air into her core, than take it out. It was pretty hard contoling mana without a core, but not impossible, at least not when you know how mana works.

After seeing her core, I was pretty excited. From what I gathered, the core was pretty simple. It was the type that over time, sucks the mana from your surrounding and grows in power. It seems like there is no limit to the growth, related to age, as my grandmothers core was still growing. Well, when I say growing, what I mean is slowly, really slowly getting bigger. It works like a lung. It breaths in the mana from outside and releases what it cannot devour. So from my experiment with grandmas core, I figured that her core was growing at about 1/100th of a millimeter per month more or less. I suppose there are meditation methods to increase the growth rate, but I highly doubt this civilizations managed to achive a high class meditation skill. From my deduction of how big my grandmother's core was, her meditation method increased her growth rate at about 1/74th of a millimeter per month, which was pretty bad from my standards, but I was an almighty God before, so that may influence my thinking a bit.

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When I had all the information I needed, I started creating my core. It took me several months to get it right but eventually I finished. What I did, basically, is control the outer mana to gather it into my body where the core was suppose to be and compress it until it became a mist, than a liquid, and lastly a solid object, similar to a marble. Now that I had a brute core, that was about 1/10th of my grandmothers, I figured I should play with it a bit. Since the core in this world was so simple it meant that I was pretty free in modifying it, and not be branded a monstrosity.

When all was done, I had a core that was a bit smaller than at first, about 1/12th of my grandmas. It was smaller, but it had some special proprieties, that if they were known I was sure to be branded a monster, luckily there was no way of figuring it out, I doubt even the 7 Gods could figure it without extensive study. It, like any other core in the world, sucked mana from outside, but instead of releasing it to the outside, it went into my body. My muscles, bones, skin, even my senses were slowly improving. I could make it improve me at a fast rate, but I figured that I had a long enough time, so I should just stay and relax for the time being. Another reason why I chose the slow method was because it was not painful. Increasing your muscles and bones strength is pretty painful, and I was not really keen on being in pain for at least 6 years of my life, when I could achieve the same result in 18 years and live comfortably.

After finishing my mana core I was pretty happy, but that is when I also started to pay attention to the other people around me. It was then that I heard my mother crying.

Silvia: “….he doesn't even laugh...*sob*...he just sits there and stares into nothingness...*sob*.... Alyssas children are already walking around and starting to talk...*sob*...but our baby barely crawls!”

Stephan: “I know, honey, I know. But maybe he just needs more time, he's just 1 year old.”

Silvia: “1 YEAR AND 8 MONTHS!”

Klaus:<>

I tried standing up and walking towards them. My body really seems to have grown, my core's improvements help too, so standing up and walking to them wasn't a problem. As I was walking I said in a really clear, tho high pitched voice.

Klaus: “Mom, please don't cry.”

Both of my parents were staring at me with wide eyes and mouth hanging open. After a few seconds my mother was the first to react. She rushed to me and took me in her arms.

Silvia: “Sweetheart…... when did you learn to speak?”

My father snapped out of it when he heard my mother speak and asked.

Stephan: “Honey, was he walking just now? How come we never saw him walk?”

Klaus: “I knew how to speak for some time, just….I didn't have anything to say.”

Klaus: “Is it bad that I just started walking and speaking?”

Silvia & Stephan: “No, of course not!”

Silvia: “We were just scared sweetheart, scared that you were not like other kids your age.” said my mother while hugging me and crying at the same time.

Stephan: “I'm gonna tell my mother. She is gonna be so happy!”

Grandma: “What are you gonna tell me?” apparently grandma just came home from shopping.

Stephan: “Klaus just spoke!”

Klaus: <>

Klaus: “Hello granny!”

Grandma: “Wahhh! My boy is speaking!! We gotta have a party! Stephan go and grill some meat! We are gonna celebrate tonight!”

It seems like my granny was as excited as my parents. Well I suppose not saying a word in 1 year and 8 months is pretty bad.